He was gone for two. Fucking. Days. When he returned, he was bloody and exhausted.
"And just where the ever living fuck have you been?" I asked, surprised at how much like an angry mother I sounded. He shrugged and sat down at the table with a goan. I scoffed and started some soup for him. I may be severely pissed, but the man just looked like he could use a good hot meal. I poured the heated soup into a bowl for him. He'd fallen asleep at the table so I woke him and set the bowl down.
"What is this?" He asked, astounded.
"Fucking eat your soup." I snapped. What? I said I'd make a nice meal for him. Not be nice! Alex looked at me with a 'Well?" sort of expression. As if he were waiting for me to give him the catch.
"No catch just eat." I muttered, walking out.
To my great frustration, the last two days were a blank. I honestly couldn't remember, but I had the feeling that whatever I forgot was important. The urge to kill was stronger than ever when I stepped into the house.
"Just where the ever living fuck have you been?" Asked Jess, sounding extremely pissed. My mouth watered at the thought of taking her now. It was like a magnetic force, pulling me into violence. Never have I wanted anything more, than to kill her in that moment. But I didn't. As much as I wanted to, (and boy I really fucking wanted to) I didn't. To my great surprise, she placed a bowl of soup in front of me. Despite her being pissed, she was actually taking care of me. Man I'll never figure this girl out.
I finished my soup and placed the bowl in the sink. Then I heard a voice. But not as if someone was talking. I couldn't pin point where it was coming from, but it was all around me. Completely engulfing me in a sea of sound.
Kill. Rip her apart. You long to. You long for the smell, taste, stench of blood.
Then it stopped. I shook my head and turned on the tap. After splashing my face with cold water a few times, I decided to retreat upstairs.
My ship went down, in a sea of sound. When I woke up alone I had everything.
Hmm not bad. I might use that later.
I scribbled the lyrics down on a piece of paper and tossed myself into bed. But all the while, there was this undeniable urge to kill, to destroy.
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Title cred: Therapy by All Time Low
